Dreams are a haven for mortals, but I can only be swept into the whirlpool by waves full of conspiracy. The concealed truth, the erased memory, the confusing "headquarters", what exactly are you. Teacher, best friend, friend, classmate, father... Who are you? Model worker, chess piece, spy, lackey, what identity should I be?
"Everyone, welcome to the 'backstage'. Have you read those novels? Travel to another world, the system will be with you, complete the task, and reach the peak of life. This is the access point to the 'other world'. However, you have no system help and no rewards."
"From today on, you no longer belong entirely to that bustling world. Your mission is to maintain the stability of the 'narrative flow' of countless worlds. Your lives are burning for the headquarters' 'grand plan'."
"I'll find you. In your world."
"We are the ones who save the world. People always have moments of despair and want to escape reality, and they will pray, 'God, if you exist, please help me,' right? And we are the ones who answer these prayers. We complete their 'mission' efficiently and reliably."
"You need to become a tour guide, gain access to the 'original', find and destroy that code."
521.
……I love you?
They're all just strips
... I love Yaoji?
"I sadly realize that I will probably... Never be able to be so... Perverted."
"When you are close, you are close to pain, when you are far away... You are far away from happiness. It's funny, isn't it?"
